User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160131070425/@comment-3135907-20160610222907

The stoatess seemed to focus at an expanse of nothing just beyond his left shoulder, eyes staring and fevered. "They don't know anything..." she murmured aloud, seemingly addressing the void itself. "Maybe...no...they'll kill 'em if we don't. No matter."

She released Feffle. "Come wi' us. Safer in numbers, safer in numbers..."